No Domestic Goddess Here.

Alright, it's a little 'honesty time'.  I don't want to do anymore housework.  I don't want to wash the dishes, I would rather lament the fact that I don't have a dishwasher.  I don't want to vacuum the rug because the crumbs are making the shape of a funny face.  If I have to fold one more load of laundry, I will force the entire family to go naked for a week and will be committed as a result.  *sigh*

I read blogs and these awesome women are so collected and together.  I feel envious that they can run their families, have their houses completely clean and decorated tastefully, cook awesome meals that are about to be submitted to a magazine to celebrate their deliciousness, and can blog about it at the same time.  I would like to believe that the pictures they're posting don't tell the whole story and that just off to the left of that picture is a messy child dumping glow-in-the-dark sand all over the floor.  But I'm sure they aren't.

I'm no domestic goddess.  I would like to tell you that my house runs like a well-oiled machine but the truth is, if I sit down for a moment, explosions happen.  My two-year old cannot be trusted by himself, but I cannot watch him every second of the day.  As a result, I get frequent notifications from my 6-year old that sound something like this: "Mom, Noah is putting coupons in the fish tank."  You can replace the word 'coupons' and the word 'fish tank' with another object/location, and I've probably heard it.

I have to believe that none of you are domestic goddesses, either.  While I'm waiting for confirmation of that, I have to go remove some coupons from the fish tank.